Whew. Mixed emotions going on in me for sure now that we are 72 hours to “showtime”. I want to hibernate between now and then and yet, there are a few final details to tend to and… oh yeah… I still have two other kids who need their Mommy to read to them and make their after-school popcorn.
I have spent the better part of this morning scouring the deep recesses of my...

We don’t always get to choose our soil. This is especially true when we are children. And while we may grow into adulthood having spent more consecutive years in places far from our home or origin, isn’t it true that our initial soil somehow remains in us, part of us, supplying ground to all of life’s experiences?
While others may fondly remember a childhood of climbing trees, I recall...

Clark and I recently attended a bandmate’s wedding. It was a beautiful sunset celebration and in many ways a musical reunion. We bumped into people we haven’t played a note with in years with whom we experienced late night recordings, long lay-overs, and impromptu song writing sessions. That was long before any of us had spouses, kids, or even a warm-bodied date to a fancy wedding....

Salem is telling stories.
The communication barrier is still pretty thick, but in the past 15 months, Salem has progressed from using echoed and scripted speech to answering simple “yes” and “no” questions to actual role-playing with his sister. Lately, he has been telling stories– nothing elaborate, but I will catch him narrating an original scene in limited...

1. Redheads really do have more fun.
2. What’s mine is yours and what’s mine usually ends up underneath the bed, the sofa, and the car seat.
3. Helium balloons are a form of cruel and unusual punishment.
4. The definition of prudence is sleeping with one’s purse.
5. A dad is a girl’s first love.
6. “Miss Daddy” is a term of endearment.
7. Skeletor has...

I can remember feeling this way only one other time in my life.
It was six weeks from my wedding date and all I had was a ring, a dress, and a groom to prove it. Not a single flower had been ordered, invitation had been sent, or bridesmaid had been squeezed into overpriced satin. See, I was not your typical bride that had envisioned her wedding from the age of 6. The truth is, I never really...